After filming the commercial, it was already past ten. As usual, Jiang Ruan headed to the garage, ready to drive home.
Just as her hand touched the car door, she was suddenly struck hard at the back of her neck.
Jiang Ruan had no time to react.
Instantly, she was dizzy and lightheaded.
Her head buzzed ceaselessly.
She uncontrollably fell backward.
Before losing consciousness, Jiang Ruan had a very bad premonition.
But it was already too late for anything.
Having succeeded smoothly, a man wearing a black mask quickly dragged Jiang Ruan to another car nearby.
He opened the car door, threw her inside, and tied her hands and feet with rope.
He didn't forget the bag that fell outside; he picked it up and tossed it to the front.
Then he drove away.
His actions were crisp and swift.
The car left Beijing, heading toward a distant, secluded manor.
The road soon changed from smooth cement to a bumpy dirt track.
